If that's all you have left to say, then let me give you one piece of advice.
[ Sure, his grubby paws have been batted away with more tolerance than most who've had their space invaded thanks to J's handsy nature. Try as Barnaby might, that doesn't provide any guarantees to keep them or his schemes at bay. In fact, those hands spring into action not even a minute after they've been cast off. Both appearing with the same irritating precision as a weed poking up in the exact spot it'd previously been evicted from. He fusses at the front of Barnaby's shirt with every intent to neatly straighten it, with all the impotent stalling typical before a meaningful departure. ]
You draw a little too much attention to yourself, Bunnykins. [ While trapped within this mental landscape, he doesn't doubt the possibility that their conversations are being monitored. This is the Regent's home field, where the limitations and control their overlord exerts is presently unknown. (With the few exceptions provided by the foolhardy lot that chose this moment to attack.) So he prunes his every response to be far removed from what it is now: conspiring with a soon-to-be traitor. And what better way to do that, than to provide a distraction from the truth? A domestic dispute over a fictitious affair that others have already assumed when trying to get a read on the nature of their relationship.
If the walls have ears, J will provide little but fodder for Achamoth's next great country hit, entitled Shardbreak at the Citadel. And if not, they do have an audience of one other than J to entertain. While his fellow demon lost track of him for a while there, J has been keeping one very central eye on Makoto long enough to catch him staring. ]
Now that you're washing your hands of this, it looks like someone else already has their sights set on you. [ J doesn't need to spell out the warning to make it clear. Barnaby is being watched in a way very different from how the Aions present, both friends and foe, are sizing each other up. And while he will readily alert him to a potential threat, J won't expose Makoto's observation of them in such specifics. ]
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[ Sure, his grubby paws have been batted away with more tolerance than most who've had their space invaded thanks to J's handsy nature. Try as Barnaby might, that doesn't provide any guarantees to keep them or his schemes at bay. In fact, those hands spring into action not even a minute after they've been cast off. Both appearing with the same irritating precision as a weed poking up in the exact spot it'd previously been evicted from. He fusses at the front of Barnaby's shirt with every intent to neatly straighten it, with all the impotent stalling typical before a meaningful departure. ]
You draw a little too much attention to yourself, Bunnykins. [ While trapped within this mental landscape, he doesn't doubt the possibility that their conversations are being monitored. This is the Regent's home field, where the limitations and control their overlord exerts is presently unknown. (With the few exceptions provided by the foolhardy lot that chose this moment to attack.) So he prunes his every response to be far removed from what it is now: conspiring with a soon-to-be traitor. And what better way to do that, than to provide a distraction from the truth? A domestic dispute over a fictitious affair that others have already assumed when trying to get a read on the nature of their relationship.
If the walls have ears, J will provide little but fodder for Achamoth's next great country hit, entitled Shardbreak at the Citadel. And if not, they do have an audience of one other than J to entertain. While his fellow demon lost track of him for a while there, J has been keeping one very central eye on Makoto long enough to catch him staring. ]
Now that you're washing your hands of this, it looks like someone else already has their sights set on you. [ J doesn't need to spell out the warning to make it clear. Barnaby is being watched in a way very different from how the Aions present, both friends and foe, are sizing each other up. And while he will readily alert him to a potential threat, J won't expose Makoto's observation of them in such specifics. ]